Sitting in the restaurant, Tang Huan kept talking, "I've learned to ride a bicycle. I ride it to and from school every day, and I can even take people with me. When you come back from special training, I'll let you see it.
I go back to visit my parents every week. They build the house according to my preferences. They say your opinion is not important. Haha~
It's almost finished, and my brother said he will be responsible for the decoration.
I plan to apply to a local medical university so I can go home on weekends..."
Every sentence was about the days that Meng Zeyan was unable to participate in. When he was not involved, she told her everything in person.
Including the neighbors' misunderstanding that she was going to get married, and her telling Aunt Qian and the others that she would get married next year.
Even Wei Ye talked about everything that had advised her.
Meng Zeyan listened to her speak, his eyes fixed on her, his eyes full of tenderness.
Although he hadn't seen her for more than four months, he dreamed of her almost every night, scenes of her laughing, crying, and acting coquettishly.
He dreamed many times that it was snowing and he carried her to the hospital when she had a high fever. The road seemed to have no end, and she lay on his back and hugged his neck.
The gray scarf was right next to his pillow. The warmth and fragrance of her body were no longer on it, but he always felt that he could smell it.
The beef noodles were served, and Meng Zeyan helped her get the chopsticks and put them in her hand.
Tang Huan's mouth was free, so he started eating noodles.
Meng Zeyan also wanted to share his life with her, but found that he couldn't say this or that. "My daily life is special training. I can't tell you the content, but I promised you that I would think of you every night, and I did it.
Have you seen the pictures I drew for you? I have a lot of them on my dorm walls."
Tang Huan ate noodles while listening to him talk, tears rolling into the steaming bowl of noodles. "I also want to try to draw your appearance, but I don't have the talent for painting. My brother said that my drawing looks like a monster."
Holding a piece of paper to wipe her tears, Meng Zeyan moved the noodles in front of him to her and pulled her bowl towards him.
He coaxed her gently, "Don't cry. After dinner, let's find a nearby photo studio to take pictures. If we have pictures, we won't have to draw."
Whenever he missed her too much, he would recall her every smile and frown and try to draw her. That was his way to ease his longing.
But this method may only work for him.
"Okay." Tang Huan burst into laughter. She had drawn many times but none of them were pleasing to the eye. Tang Shuo also laughed at her for not having artistic talent.
Meng Zeyan's bowl was a big one, and Tang Huan couldn't finish it after eating half of it.
Meng Zeyan finished Tang Huan's small bowl, then took the remaining half bowl and ate it together.
After running around for so long, I'm really hungry.
After paying, the two walked around and found a photo studio.
At that time, color artistic photos were already available, but they were relatively expensive and few people came to take photos.
Tang Huan was wearing a pink and white plaid skirt, with her long hair draped over her shoulders. Meng Zeyan stood beside her, wearing a camouflage short-sleeved shirt and army green trousers.
There was no complicated pose. The two of them stood together hand in hand and smiled at the camera.
There was a crackling sound, and the two people's smiles froze.
The cameraman praised the two: "They look great together. You two look so..." He seemed to be at a loss for an adjective and thought for several seconds before adding, "Harmonious. You two look so harmonious together. You're like a perfect match."
"Thank you for the compliment." Tang Huan smiled and thanked him. No one disliked nice words. "When can I get the photos?"
The cameraman replied, “You can come and pick it up in a week.”
The photos could only be obtained after a week. Tang Huan turned to look at Meng Zeyan, but he couldn't get the photos.
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